[What to prepare for the Midyear Festival! 】

[Zhongyuan Festival is also a relatively important festival in the Taoist world! ] 】

[Will it be like the last Luo Tian Dajiao, to invite Taoists from all over the world to participate? ] 】

[It's a pity that there is no holiday that day, otherwise I would like to go to Fangshan Temple to witness the puja meeting. 】

[I still remember the various miraculous phenomena of Luo Tian Dajiao last time, but unfortunately I didn't dare to go out alone on this day. 】

Hearing Zhang Ping'an say that he was going to prepare for the Midyear Festival, people began to discuss it in the barrage.

"Little Heavenly Master, some viewers asked in the barrage if outsiders can come to participate in the Midyear Festival Festival?"

Lin Meng also didn't know much about the Midyear Festival.

Seeing that someone mentioned the barrage, he also opened his mouth to ask Zhang Ping'an.

"In principle, the Midyear Festival is all about giving to each other."

"Of course, some nearby villagers are more sincere to come up to the mountain to offer some food!"

Zhang Ping'an answered Lin Meng's question.

"Let's go, go out and have a look, it's almost time to build a food mandala!"

Zhang Ping'an spoke, got up and looked outside.

Lin Meng also curiously kept up with Zhang Ping'an's pace.

Together, the three of them soon came to the square.

I saw that at this time on the square, a group of Taoists had already set up a platform.

The table is almost three meters wide, and a table is placed in the center of it.

On top of the table, there is a statue of a god, and to its right is a table.

On top of it are more than a dozen portraits.

[Wow, it looks so professional!] 】

[Aren't you talking nonsense, Little Heavenly Master, that's the orthodoxy of the Heavenly Master. 】

[If the little heavenly master is not professional, there will be no professional people in this world! ] 】

[It looks lofty, but what does this arrangement really mean?] 】

Seeing the layout of the mandala, the audience also discussed.

Zhang Ping'an put his hands behind his back and watched the Taoists arrange on the side.

These basic arrangements will be made by Taoists, so naturally he doesn't have to worry about it.

What he has to do is to personally preside over the festival ceremony on the day of the Midyear Festival.

"Little Heavenly Master, can you briefly explain these arrangements to us?"

Seeing someone ask in the live broadcast room, Lin Meng himself was also in the clouds.

The arrangement of this Zhongyuan Festival Festival is also very different from the layout of the last Luo Tian Dajiao Festival.

First of all, the mandala is far less big than the last Luo Tian Dajiao.

In addition, the statues of the gods enshrined on it are also different from Luo Tian Dajiao.

"In the middle of the place is the alms-kitchen."

"The statue of the god placed on it is the Heavenly Venerable for Saving Suffering, symbolizing the salvation of suffering and the salvation of all sentient beings."

"And the one on the right is Yama Terrace, and the portrait enshrined is the eighteen-story hell ghost king!"

Zhang Ping'an explained to Lin Meng one by one.

After Zhang Ping'an's explanation, Lin Meng nodded again and again to understand the significance of these arrangements.

[Sure enough, the Midyear Festival is a ghost festival, and most of the offerings are related to the underworld! ] 】

[Of course, isn't this time the management of the prefecture? ] 】

[I'm still looking forward to the arrival of the Midyear Day! 】

[According to the layout of this mandala, the little heavenly master must have had another wonderful performance that day!] 】

In the barrage, the audience chatted and talked about various topics.

Seeing these barrages, Lin Meng had a wry smile in his eyes.

Puja is a very serious matter for Taoists.

As a result, in the eyes of some audiences, it became a wonderful performance.

Zhang Ping'an looked at it for a while, and by the way, pointed out the placement of some things among the Taoists.

Then he walked into the gazebo and began to meditate.

For the next two days, time passed peacefully.

Except for the occasional three or two villagers who go up the mountain to burn incense and pray for blessings, and offer food.

Nothing big happened.

The time soon advanced to July 14, and the Midyear Festival officially arrived.

In the morning, Lin Meng and Liu Yue deliberately got up early in the morning.

I thought that today's time was special, maybe Zhang Ping'an would prepare something in advance.

But the two sat in the gazebo and waited for a long time, until it was nearly eight o'clock.

I saw Zhang Ping'an walking from the direction of Daolu.

"Brother Liu, the little heavenly master is here, ready to start broadcasting!"

Lin Meng reminded Liu Yue, who had waited too long and almost fell asleep.

After the two turned on the live broadcast, they greeted Zhang Ping'an.

"Good morning, both of you!"

Zhang Ping'an smiled and said hello to the two.

"Little Heavenly Master, good morning!"

"Little Heavenly Master, isn't it the Midyear Festival today, why did you get up at this point?"

Lin Meng asked with some curiosity.

She still remembers the first day of Luo Tiandajiao.

She and Liu Yue got up as usual, but learned that Zhang Ping'an had already gone down the mountain to prepare.

And today they deliberately got up early, but Zhang Ping'an came out as usual.

Is it so unpredictable?

Lin Meng felt a little aggrieved in his heart, and slept for nearly two hours in vain.

[That's right!] Why did the little Heavenly Master get up so late, and hasn't the puja started yet? 】

[Could it be that there were too many things some time ago, and I suddenly rested for two days, and the little heavenly master forgot about it, right? ] 】

[Hahaha, it's really possible! 】

[What if I forget this, will there be a reissue of this Fa?] 】

The audience in the live broadcast room also made speculations at this time.

"Ms. Lin, the main object of today's almsgiving is the ghosts of the underworld."

"The time the ghosts eat every day is from six to eleven o'clock in the afternoon."

"At other times, ghosts can't eat, so there's no point in me getting up early!"

From the mental state of the two, Zhang Ping'an can certainly see that the two of them got up early.

He explained with a smile.

Yes!

After hearing Zhang Ping'an's explanation, Lin Meng's face was full of shame.

Pretty face suddenly turned red.

"I'm sorry, Little Heavenly Master, I misunderstood you!"

Lin Meng hurriedly apologized.

"It's okay, the ghost doesn't eat until six o'clock in the afternoon, but we're still going to eat as usual!"

"But I may have to wronged the two of you in the next few days."

"Before and after the Midyear Festival, we Taoist temples have to fast for three days, and we can't get meat on the meat for these three days."

Zhang Ping'an reminded again, and then walked in the direction of Zhaitang.

"Do you want to eat vegetarian for three days, it's just this time to lose weight!"

Lin Meng looked down at his figure.

Some time ago on the island, because there was Zhang Ping'an in the daily seafood game.

She felt like she had grown a little belly.

followed Zhang Ping'an to the dining hall and had breakfast with a group of Taoists.

I thought it was going to be a very busy day.

As a result, a day passed peacefully.

It wasn't until half past five in the afternoon that a group of Taoists gathered in the square.

The Taoists who usually wear gray robes.

Today, they all wore robes of various colors, some black, some yellow, and some blue.

When all the Taoists are in place.

People all looked in the direction of the Heavenly Master's Dao Lu.

I saw Zhang Ping'an, who was dressed in a purple robe, walking slowly.

Zhang Ping'an appeared, and Lin Meng knew that the Midyear Festival Festival was about to officially begin

(End of chapter)